I'm ninety years old, br My withered eyes alone can show. br But I'm in a warm place, br And today I'll die, I know. br br I say hello to Ethel and Jim, br They struggle with their IV's, br I trudge through the corridor, br They talk in a light wheeze. br 'Hey, Lenny, what's hap'nen today! ' br I smile my now-crooked face and say, br 'Today's I'm going up to the Skyway.' br 'Time is short, let me tell Nurse Fay! ' br br We watch picture shows br 'Til late in the afternoon, br I hear them whisper to Nurse Fay, br 'Lenny's going to die soon.' br Fay changed the TV station, br Waved her pale hand, br And from Fred Astaire br Came there, br A show that was most grand. br br They all came close to me br And we sat there br In that warm place, br And on the TV br Was my once-young face. br br Yes, this was how I wanted to go, br It was my life br Flashing right by my eyes br And we all clapped and laughed br And watched the Leonard Show.br br K.